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Title: Siberia and the exile system
Year: 1891 (1890s)
Authors: Kennan, George, 1845-1924
Subjects: Siberia (Russia) -- Description and travel
Publisher: new York : Century
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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inth of snowdrifts and shallow ravines wherewe could make little or no progress, and where our tiredand dispirited horses finally balked and refused to move.In vain our driver changed them about, harnessed themtandem, coaxed, cursed, and savagely whipped them. Theywere perfectly well aware that they were off the road, andthat nothing was to be gained by floundering about aim-lessly the rest of the night on that desert of drifted snow.The driver ejaculated, Akh Bozhemoi! Bozhemoi! (O myGod! my God!) besought his patron saint to inform himwhat he had done to deserve such punishment, and finallywhimpered and cried like a school-boy in his wrath anddiscouragement. I suggested at last that he had betterleave us there, mount one of the horses, find the road, if OUE LAST DAYS IN SIBEKIA 417 possible, go to the nearest settlement, and then come backafter ns with lanterns, fresh horses, and men. He actedupon the suggestion, and Frost and I were left alone on ►a -> GO> H H> o 3 CO 00
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the steppe in our half-capsized pavoska, hungry, exhausted,and chilled to the bone, with nothing to do but listen tothe howling of the wind and wonder whether our driver inthe darkness and in such weather would be able to find asettlement. The long, dismal night wore away at last, theII 27 418 SIBERIA storm abated a little towards morning, and soon after day-break onr driver made his appearance with ropes, crow-bars, three fresh horses, and a stalwart peasant from aneighboring village. They soon extricated us from ourdifficulties, and early in the forenoon we drove into thelittle settlement of Bibalskaya, and alighted from our pa-roska after fourteen hours exposure to a winter gale on adesolate steppe without sleep, food, or drink. When we hadwarmed and refreshed ourselves with hot tea in a peasantscabin, we ate what breakfast we could get, slept two or threehours on a plank bench, and then with fresh horses and anew driver went on our way. The overland journey in winter from the boun

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